Chapter 64

“You’re lying.”

“Do you mean, Will? Will Mason?” Adam pleaded, his story gathering steam as he went. “We met a few months ago. I swear to God. I don’t know anything!”

Grady smirked and stepped close, too close. Close enough for Adam to get a whiff of both musty body odor and sweat mingled with too strong cologne. Adam struggled not to gag from the stench as he turned as far from his captor as possible. Grady, right in his face, refused to allow him an inch of space, his breath as hot and dry as a barren desert. He gripped Adam by his hair, ripping strands straight out from the roots.